I remember keeping a "diary" back in the day. Ha. That was like, a half a decade ago. (I totally could have said five years, but I felt like making it more dramatic) I think I have a box of them stashed away from somewhere in my closet. Oh, I was so naive back then. >3> *flips open one* Oh, here's me writing about my "one true love" who had "big brown eyes and softly ruffled black hair." Ah, and here's my entry on my mother and her "incurable unfairness." And here's the one of my melodramatic recount of an incident involving my best friend and her crush. 

I must be a masochist because I'm having far too much fun mocking my past. xD

Recently, I've considered writing about my life again, since it's probably a little more exciting than what happened on the playground everyday. But... I decided that in this day and age, who writes in notebooks? (A completely hypocritical statement. T3T) SO, my lovely wifey Kittay from OZ recommended Blogspot for me. I've tried keeping blogs before but has always failed. xD Ah well. I hope this one can last.

So yeah, if you keep reading my entries (I'm hoping to write as much as possible) you'll probably find out quite a bit about me. But I suppose a bit of info is called for. :]

(I just realized: my first entry is on the first of 2011. How perfect.)

(Ahh, I got off topic. But you can kind of see how my train of thought jumps from place to place.)

Yes, you can probably tell, I'm a female. I have a passion for anime and manga, though I can't really say I'm a hardcore otaku. I'm more of the soft kind. Err... I guess my friends could beg to differ. Perhaps I'm a little more than soft. Lukewarm? No, isn't that for water? Medium? Err... first thing that comes to mind = pant sizes. Well, you get the jist.

I read not only manga, mind you. My room is littered with novels and such. I write occasionally, if I have good inspiration. But recently, I seem to have acquired a writer's worst nightmare: WRITER'S BLOCK. (Here's where you hear that DUN DUN DUN drumroll.) So I only write if I have to, like for school assignments. English is supposedly my best subject, but it seems like I'm failing that too. :/ I don't play an instrument, can't sing, no good at sports, blahblah. So when you're failing the one thing you thought you were good at, it sucks, trust me. You feel like crap, like you have no purpose in the world and you're... talentless.

Okay, off track again.

Gah, what else do I have to say?

Well, I'm a grammar and spelling freak, hence the dictionary link in my Linky Dinkies box. I hate Jejemons and the such who type li3k s0. Though I adore cupcakes, there are a ton of other foods I love. Coffee, sushi, ice cream, noodles, cheese croissants-- I could go on forever. I'm the kind of person who makes weird noises to fill the awkward silence, makes everything sound dramatic, do before I think, analyzes everything, and looks at the glass half full.

There, I think that's enough -- if not, too much -- info. This thing's pretty long. xD I guess I can rant on if I could, but you guys have better things to do. So for now, I bid you farewell.

P.S. HIDE YO KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE, AND HIDE YO HUSBAND CUZ THEY BE RAPIN' EERYONE OUT DERE.